When we returned from the Maasai Mara, began to rain very strong, and that made the road, which already is sheer madness, will turn scary, and believe me, no exaggeration.
Such Van Toyota are known as matatu in Kenya.
The van began to slide on the ground (because the road is not paved, and earth is treated much clay), I suppose it was because the tires were not in optimal condition for operation, coupled with this the slippery pavement.
The Belgian with whom I went to the Safari, they were scared to death, and I just was speechless, I imagine that as a good bad Catholic, prayed, or rather, prayed to God so I will not die away from home (which is not my house but my family). I remember one of the girls Salim told (the truck driver, who, incidentally, is a Muslim) to please us to stop until the rain gave way a little, Salim merely responded that they knew very well how to handle their cars in such situations, to what was contended that our lives and to stop the car.
With Belgian Safari let me go with them:)
finally agreed that Salim would lower the speed (because that Kenyans do have, they living very far Hakuna Matata but when mounted on a car it seems that life depended on the minutes they use to reach the destination, as camioneteros in Venezuela, these attitudes we know them very well)
Anyway, we survived the adventure that was submitted within adventure in itself.
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